Tuesday, September 9, 2014

Wetlands

Writer/Director David Wnendt’s Wetlands is the gross-out
movie of the year, intentionally designed to see how many times an audience
member will turn away from the screen or just leave. (It may have a life as a Midnight Movie at which viewers are encouraged to bring rotten tomatoes to throw at the screen.)

The story, as such, involves Helen Memel (Carla Juri), who
abjures hygiene, has hemorrhoids she likes to pick at, sticks her fingers in all her orifices and
then licks them, will have sex with anyone, including vegetables and loves to
slosh around in dirty toilets.Sound
appetizing? I assure you, it's not.

The unfortunate had a bad upbringing with a crazed
mother, who didn’t catch her when she told her to jump, cut her eyelashes
because people complemented them and attempted a Sylvia Plath with her little
brother.Daddy just wasn’t there for
her.

If you’re looking for entertainment, look elsewhere.However, if you’re a budding therapist, you
might see some value in learning how far a person can go to debase him or
herself.

About Me

Brian Porzak: I am a cinephile who likes to view films with a live audience. My taste runs the gamut, including indies, studio films, foreign films and most all genres. Because I see so many films, friends often ask me what to see. So, I thought I'd blog about what is worth seeing or not. As a writer/filmmaker myself, I hope to give a more uplifting perspective than the typical critic. Filmmaking is tremendously difficult. Just because some problems might exist in a particular work does not, necessarily, destroy its enjoyability and I think that is necessary to point out to would-be viewers.
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